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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Dec 13, 2009 20:27:15 GMT -5
Bah. Humbug. And furthermore, The Husband has announced that he might want to buy me a sweater for Christmas. I don't wear sweaters. If I do, I wear cardigan-style because I overheat. Also, he keeps buying me pale pastel things. I hate, loathe and despise all pastel things, and always have. Since he asked, I tried to explain all of this, politely and calmly and nicely. I suspect this is going to be another holiday season when I procure nice, thoughtful gifts for everybody else, and I receive in return sod all with snotty remarks about not being able to find anything he liked. That's okay; after my birthday, such as it was, including the loss of my dad, I decided I deserved some treats. So I bought a few books for myself. Besides, I needed something to make it to the free shipping for the present I ordered for The Husband. If Heat Wave is any good, or no good, I'll let y'all know. I'm also feeling guilty because I heard from Daria that Steve the bookseller guy was much nicer today than he was when we were there yesterday. My guess is he was pissed off because I wanted some of the books he wanted to sell, but I have no way of knowing. You know what? Tough. My dad told me about some of the valuable books a long time ago, and said that they'd be mine if I wanted them, and besides, one of the books Steve found belongs to me and was on loan to my mom. to him too.
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Post by rich on Dec 13, 2009 20:31:46 GMT -5
Jason and Angelique had to drive through some rough weather, but they made it home safe to Connecticut. Jason just called me a few minutes ago.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Dec 13, 2009 20:35:21 GMT -5
Jason and Angelique had to pass through some bad weather, but they made it home safe to Connecticut. Jason just called me a few minutes ago. *Hugs rich*
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Post by Lola m on Dec 13, 2009 21:20:11 GMT -5
Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!*Onj runs screaming from the room* Welcome to Part 1083 of the Soulful Spike Society Main Thread!!! The three of us have taken a break from terrorizing Onj and her family to start a new part. We'll try not to make a mess of things. Dave says many cool song lyrics can be found just by chewing up the many words available on the Soulful Spike Society Website and he'll bet a boatload of Cheetos on it. ;D It's not very romantic and you won't find any Barry White tunes here but you will find grist for the political mill and other broadened topics of the day, especially Alvin's candidacy for President. ;D Just be nice and respect each others' boundaries, and don't poop on the furniture, or we'll call the verminator exterminator. You want punk? We'll give you punk. In fact, we'll punk you but good if you post spoilers anywhere but Spoiled Souls or under the ghost button provided for just that purpose. Hearing noises in your walls, attic and ostensibly empty rooms? It's either us rummaging around for nesting materials and messing up your carpet or it's your television broadcasting your favorite shows such as "Alvin and the Chipmunks" which you can talk about all you want right here. So, beat the Christmas rush and buy our albums post early and often. Wait, that's shop early and often. Our bad. Thanks for filling in Alvin, guys. Alvin? Alvin? Aaaaaalviinnnnnnnn!!!!! It's the least the little buggers can do. ;D Ha! Evilly adorable. Or perhaps adorably evil. Either way, there's adorableness and evil. So. Much. Evil! ;D
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Dec 13, 2009 21:33:50 GMT -5
Bah. Humbug. And furthermore, The Husband has announced that he might want to buy me a sweater for Christmas. I don't wear sweaters. If I do, I wear cardigan-style because I overheat. Also, he keeps buying me pale pastel things. I hate, loathe and despise all pastel things, and always have. Since he asked, I tried to explain all of this, politely and calmly and nicely. I suspect this is going to be another holiday season when I procure nice, thoughtful gifts for everybody else, and I receive in return sod all with snotty remarks about not being able to find anything he liked. That's okay; after my birthday, such as it was, including the loss of my dad, I decided I deserved some treats. So I bought a few books for myself. Besides, I needed something to make it to the free shipping for the present I ordered for The Husband. If Heat Wave is any good, or no good, I'll let y'all know. I'm also feeling guilty because I heard from Daria that Steve the bookseller guy was much nicer today than he was when we were there yesterday. My guess is he was pissed off because I wanted some of the books he wanted to sell, but I have no way of knowing. You know what? Tough. My dad told me about some of the valuable books a long time ago, and said that they'd be mine if I wanted them, and besides, one of the books Steve found belongs to me and was on loan to my mom. to him too. I looked on Amazon and found what I wanted and put it on a wishlist and lead Franklin by the nose to my Amazon wish list. Julia, of course that was also the offspring's stuff
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Post by Lola m on Dec 13, 2009 21:34:03 GMT -5
Jason and Angelique had to drive through some rough weather, but they made it home safe to Connecticut. Jason just called me a few minutes ago. It's good to know that everyone has made it back from Vermont safely.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Dec 13, 2009 21:34:44 GMT -5
Jason and Angelique had to drive through some rough weather, but they made it home safe to Connecticut. Jason just called me a few minutes ago. I'm glad everyone's home safe. Julia, snowing here, now, typical Cascade Concrete. UGH
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Dec 13, 2009 21:46:00 GMT -5
Bah. Humbug. And furthermore, The Husband has announced that he might want to buy me a sweater for Christmas. I don't wear sweaters. If I do, I wear cardigan-style because I overheat. Also, he keeps buying me pale pastel things. I hate, loathe and despise all pastel things, and always have. Since he asked, I tried to explain all of this, politely and calmly and nicely. I suspect this is going to be another holiday season when I procure nice, thoughtful gifts for everybody else, and I receive in return sod all with snotty remarks about not being able to find anything he liked. That's okay; after my birthday, such as it was, including the loss of my dad, I decided I deserved some treats. So I bought a few books for myself. Besides, I needed something to make it to the free shipping for the present I ordered for The Husband. If Heat Wave is any good, or no good, I'll let y'all know. I'm also feeling guilty because I heard from Daria that Steve the bookseller guy was much nicer today than he was when we were there yesterday. My guess is he was pissed off because I wanted some of the books he wanted to sell, but I have no way of knowing. You know what? Tough. My dad told me about some of the valuable books a long time ago, and said that they'd be mine if I wanted them, and besides, one of the books Steve found belongs to me and was on loan to my mom. to him too. I looked on Amazon and found what I wanted and put it on a wishlist and lead Franklin by the nose to my Amazon wish list. Julia, of course that was also the offspring's stuff Tried that. "It's too hard." Gift certificates worked for a while, then he decided he didn't like those either, or he didn't like the stores I frequent, or they were too impersonal, or something. Mostly he wants to buy what he wants and give it to me so I can give it back to him. Or maybe I'm just being mean. I just told him I could use another pair of slippers just like the ones I bought myself at Sears last May. I showed him the slippers. I told him exactly what size I wear. He has, in the past, bought me clothing that is Emily's size and wouldn't fit me on a bet. I haven't worn a size small in at least 20 years and he knows it. I was so pissed off that I gave it to her, in front of him, and bought myself a nightgown in the proper size. He doesn't keep the receipts, so I can't even return the too-small clothing. I'm tired, I'm guilt-ridden, and I'm fed up with the world, and tomorrow starts a new round of delight. I haven't had an uninterrupted night's sleep since my dad got sick the last time. I promised Emily I'd give her a ride to school because her final is so early that the buses don't connect properly, I need to do the TJs shopping on the way home, and I'd really rather stay in bed.
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Post by Lola m on Dec 13, 2009 21:48:20 GMT -5
I cooked eggs in a new egg cooking device and they did not eggsplode So I had eggs and beans in an individual snap pot and chips in individual microchip form. ... if I was stuck as far back in time as the early 90s I'd never manage... but today I made eggs Hey, I made eggs too! I don't have an eggcellent egg cooker and had to do it the old fashioned way, with water and a pot, but had boiled eggs for breakfast and egg salad for lunch! Workmen have begun the crown moldfing for the living room. Going slower than I would like, but going! Bravo Anne's Emma for beginning her transitions so gracefully. Bravo Spring for getting home safely. Bravo Onjel for New Part Goodness. Bravo one and all just because. Eggtreme deliciousness! As my mother was, I am inordinately fond of a fried egg sandwich. [/egg-based tangent]
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Post by Lola m on Dec 13, 2009 21:53:27 GMT -5
Slayed usefuls. Walked to market. Put away groceries. Put away laundry. Put decoupaged dishes away with beads in them. Cleared usual place for tree. Found plastic sheeting to put under tree stand, cut to size. Meh. I wanna go back to bed. Without the fluffycat, who is sleeping in the center of my bed. Life is full, but not rich in anything good. I was quick speed-skimming thru the last part and was glad to read about your mom and some of the positive steps she is taking.
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Post by Lola m on Dec 13, 2009 21:56:26 GMT -5
Also from the past part . . . Matthew that market sounds spectacular and wonderfully tasty! Onjel, I want to see the Wookie purse. ;D
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Post by SpringSummers on Dec 13, 2009 23:12:19 GMT -5
I wrote a summary of the services and wake for Jan, here.I couldn't really do it justice in such a short summary, but if any of you have any specific questions, feel free to ask.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Dec 13, 2009 23:47:35 GMT -5
I looked on Amazon and found what I wanted and put it on a wishlist and lead Franklin by the nose to my Amazon wish list. Julia, of course that was also the offspring's stuff Tried that. "It's too hard." Gift certificates worked for a while, then he decided he didn't like those either, or he didn't like the stores I frequent, or they were too impersonal, or something. Mostly he wants to buy what he wants and give it to me so I can give it back to him. Or maybe I'm just being mean. I just told him I could use another pair of slippers just like the ones I bought myself at Sears last May. I showed him the slippers. I told him exactly what size I wear. He has, in the past, bought me clothing that is Emily's size and wouldn't fit me on a bet. I haven't worn a size small in at least 20 years and he knows it. I was so pissed off that I gave it to her, in front of him, and bought myself a nightgown in the proper size. He doesn't keep the receipts, so I can't even return the too-small clothing. I'm tired, I'm guilt-ridden, and I'm fed up with the world, and tomorrow starts a new round of delight. I haven't had an uninterrupted night's sleep since my dad got sick the last time. I promised Emily I'd give her a ride to school because her final is so early that the buses don't connect properly, I need to do the TJs shopping on the way home, and I'd really rather stay in bed. Oh, I got some quack quack quack about how tricky it is to check out at Amazon (which he does fine when he orders the whole family CDs and DVDs that he wants) but he did it, finally. But then he's running on less misery than Paul right now, and may actually be less of a piss-ant as a result. One of the worst thing about humans is their tendancy to act like total jerks when they're unhappy. ARGH, finals week! I don't think I had any time in my life when finals weren't sheduled in such a way that either special transportation or the ability to teleport was needed. Julia, Hey, take a nap after the shopping, maybe?
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Dec 13, 2009 23:48:58 GMT -5
I wrote a summary of the services and wake for Jan, here.I couldn't really do it justice in such a short summary, but if any of you have any specific questions, feel free to ask. That's lovely, Spring. Thank you for sharing it.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Dec 13, 2009 23:54:18 GMT -5
Tried that. "It's too hard." Gift certificates worked for a while, then he decided he didn't like those either, or he didn't like the stores I frequent, or they were too impersonal, or something. Mostly he wants to buy what he wants and give it to me so I can give it back to him. Or maybe I'm just being mean. I just told him I could use another pair of slippers just like the ones I bought myself at Sears last May. I showed him the slippers. I told him exactly what size I wear. He has, in the past, bought me clothing that is Emily's size and wouldn't fit me on a bet. I haven't worn a size small in at least 20 years and he knows it. I was so pissed off that I gave it to her, in front of him, and bought myself a nightgown in the proper size. He doesn't keep the receipts, so I can't even return the too-small clothing. I'm tired, I'm guilt-ridden, and I'm fed up with the world, and tomorrow starts a new round of delight. I haven't had an uninterrupted night's sleep since my dad got sick the last time. I promised Emily I'd give her a ride to school because her final is so early that the buses don't connect properly, I need to do the TJs shopping on the way home, and I'd really rather stay in bed. Oh, I got some quack quack quack about how tricky it is to check out at Amazon (which he does fine when he orders the whole family CDs and DVDs that he wants) but he did it, finally. But then he's running on lessmisery than Paul right now, and may actually be less of a piss-ant as a result. One of the worst thing about humans is their tendancy to act like total jerks when they're unhappy. ARGH, finals week! I don't think I had any time in my life when finals weren't sheduled in such a way that either special transportation or the ability to teleport was needed. Julia, Hey, take a nap after the shopping, maybe? Paul's been like this for some years now. He used to be better, but lately I think he's just gotten lazy. After I suggested slippers, he allowed as how he might not get his act together in time, and went back to playing solitaire on his notebook PC. I wouldn't mind so much if he wasn't also apparently averse to giving me money so I could do my own gift-buying. No naps until and unless there's someone else here to field the phone. Yes, there's an answering machine, but I can't not jump every time it rings. Which means that there are times when I am barely polite to importunate contractors who won't take "Sorry, we're not interested and besides, we're on the Do Not Call List" for an answer. Besides of which, I have to get the Albuquerque package out this week, and Daria's stuff because we're supposed to get together on Friday, and I haven't actually got it all organized let alone wrapped yet.
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